[The worse part of this already was that he was looking forward to the next time and time after that. He's looking forward to having something in his life that it's just a broken dream, a burned out promise, or a restricting suffocation with the illusion of freedom. In this, Steve was his alone, forced to endure as he did, forced to enjoy as he did. What better thing then screwing the man who had ruined twenty years of crawling and scraping up the ranks?
Just when it seemed that they had started to find a rhythm, Steve gave him a bit too hard of a shove that knocked him back a bit. He hissed at the loss of contact, sinking to his knees and grasping the man's hips before he gave in to the other man's obvious want and only nipped Steve's back when he was guided back into that constricting heat. His only revenge was picking up a pace that suited him as he drove himself to the hilt over and over again, his fingers tight on Steve's hips.]
Come on, Rogers, make some of that noise, would you?
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Just when it seemed that they had started to find a rhythm, Steve gave him a bit too hard of a shove that knocked him back a bit. He hissed at the loss of contact, sinking to his knees and grasping the man's hips before he gave in to the other man's obvious want and only nipped Steve's back when he was guided back into that constricting heat. His only revenge was picking up a pace that suited him as he drove himself to the hilt over and over again, his fingers tight on Steve's hips.]
Come on, Rogers, make some of that noise, would you?